This place was rumored to be haunted.
And it was quite a big deal.
Feng Xinglang, of course, did not believe in ghosts.
But when he stepped into this dark area, he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.
This was not a pure European villa. It was said that this used to be the hiding place of a high-ranking officer in the National Guard. Later, it was bought by a Taiwanese businessman.
Why did it end up in Cong Gang's hands? That was unknown.
Feng Xinglang always felt that this Cong Gang was like a ghost, wandering! He was like a wandering ghost, drifting from place to place.
So, when Ye Shinian told him that Cong Gang had disappeared, and there were no signs of fighting in the ward, he thought of this place.
This was Feng Xinglang's third time here.
The last time he was here, he only felt that this place was desolate. There was not a trace of human life!
But this night … he felt a chill run down his spine!
"Crack!" Feng Xinglang stepped on a dead branch and broke it.
In this quiet and strange night, it sounded especially ear-piercing.
In late autumn, the fallen leaves were even brighter. In addition, no one had cleaned it for a long time. The cobblestone path about 20 meters away from the villa entrance was full of dead branches and leaves.
If he had not seen Cong Gang during the day, Feng Xinglang would have thought that he was a ghost living on the edge of the human environment.
How could he live in such a desolate place! In the middle of nowhere, no one would know if he died here.
"Click, click, click." Three consecutive shots.
Feng Xinglang only glanced in the direction of the flashing lights, his face sullen. These three shots must be to inform the people in the villa that someone had sneaked into his territory.
The villa was almost completely covered by woody vines, and at this moment, there was not a trace of light in the villa. It looked like an abandoned building that had not been inhabited for many years.
Was there a need to make it so frightening? Why did he come here to pretend to be a master instead of living in a nice villa in the city?
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, stepping on the dead branches and leaves as he approached the entrance of the villa.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, it opened automatically with a click.
Fortunately, Feng Xinglang was a fierce and ferocious person who did not believe in ghosts. If it was someone timid, they would probably run away.
The living room of the villa was pitch-black!
Fortunately, it was not the stench of rotting corpses that assaulted his nostrils.
Instead, it was a refreshing herbal scent! It was not pungent!
He took a step forward in the dark and heard the sound of the door being locked behind him. It was so strange that it made people shudder.
"Cong Gang, are you dead? If you're not dead, turn on the lights for me! "
Feng Xinglang was really not used to this dark and strange atmosphere. He still preferred to live under the sun!
Although his heart was clouded by the death of his elder brother, Feng Lixin.
The light in the living room came on. It was not the kind of dazzling light, but the kind of cold light with a hint of gloominess.
Sniffing the scent of Chinese herbs, Feng Xinglang walked towards the gym. He had been here before. Although he was not too familiar with this place, he was not completely ignorant.
The closer he got to the gym, the stronger the smell of Chinese herbs became. There seemed to be steam mixed in.
Feng Xinglang was sure that Cong Gang was in the gym.
Cong Gang was the name Feng Xinglang gave him. He even reapplied for Hong Kong citizenship. As for Cong Gang's previous name and what kind of person he was, Feng Xinglang did not know much!
Feng Xinglang did not care about Cong Gang's past! He only cared about Cong Gang's whereabouts after he followed him.
In the gym, other than some equipment, there was also a circular bath. Half of it was on the ground, and the other half was in the basement.
It should be a medicinal bath. There was a strong smell of Chinese herbs coming from inside. There were also wisps of steam coming out of it.
Feng Xinglang walked up the stairs and stared at the mirror-like brown water surface.
The dark water surface made it hard to see what was going on underwater. But Feng Xinglang knew that in order to keep the water level as smooth as a mirror, the person underwater must have held his breath for at least three to four minutes before the water surface calmed down.
A normal person holding their breath for three to four minutes was considered well-trained. But Cong Gang was a patient who had just recovered from a serious injury.
Feng Xinglang stood quietly by the Chinese herb pool, squinting his eyes as he stared at the movement under the water. He was very patient.
After another two to three minutes, there was movement under the water. A strong body jumped out of the water.
A resolute face emerged from the water. It was Cong Gang!
Grabbing a towel from the side of the pool, Cong Gang wiped the remaining Chinese herbs off his face.
"You haven't recovered from your injury, why did you run out of the hospital? No one will know even if you die here and turn into a dried corpse! "
Seeing that Cong Gang had no intention of coming out of the Chinese herb pool, Feng Xinglang sat on the edge of the bath.
Knowing that the following conversation would not be short, Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette and took his time to puff. His handsome face behind the lingering smoke had an unclear look of melancholy.
"You already know the identity of that big fish, why didn't you tell me?"
It turned out that Feng Xinglang was here to threaten him tonight. There were no signs of a fight in the hospital ward, so Cong Gang must have run out by himself.
Since he could run out by himself, his injury should be under control to a certain extent.
So, Feng Xinglang, who was a little annoyed from waiting, took the initiative to threaten Cong Gang.
"I don't know!"
Cong Gang replied faintly. It was very straightforward, without any hesitation.
Feng Xinglang's handsome face slowly twisted. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, letting the spicy smoke spread in his lungs and respiratory tract, before slowly exhaling.
He turned to the side and stared at Cong Gang's resolute and angular face, muttering word by word in a hoarse voice.
"I didn't hear you clearly, say it again!"
This kind of intimidation had always been effective against Ye Shinian. But to deal with the stubborn Cong Gang, it seemed a little weak.
Cong Gang did not 'obediently' repeat, but covered his face with the towel, not wanting to talk to Feng Xinglang anymore.
Cong Gang's injury had not recovered. He was just a carbohydrate person, not an omnipotent god, nor an immortal ghost.
Cong Gang's silence made the accumulated anger in Feng Xinglang's heart grow stronger. It was not that he could not stand Cong Gang's neglect, but he really could not wait to take revenge for his brother Feng Lixin.
A wisp of smoke lingered around the lit cigarette between his fingers, brushing against Feng Xinglang's handsome face, making him look even more evil.
Slowly, Feng Xinglang pinched the cigarette between his fingers, then gathered strength on his arm in an attempt to attack.
Feng Xinglang had practiced martial arts before, and could be called a professional level. But in front of Cong Gang, an evil person who made a living by fighting, it seemed to be overshadowed.
"Don't try … you can't beat me!"
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